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“Nah, I feel better after sitting here for a bit. My headache is almost gone too.”
Clare stood, grabbed one of my oversized bath towels, and held it open. “If you think you can stand on your own, I’ll hold this open for you.”
“I might need to hang on to your arm for balance.”
She quickly put the towel over her arm. “Of course. Here, let me help you.”
It was shitty of me to do it, but I didn’t need help getting out of the tub. I simply wanted to feel her hands on my body.
Once I was out, she wrapped me in the towel, then grabbed another one and quickly started to dry off my chest and arms before she dropped down and dried off my legs. She had only gone up to my lower thigh before she stood and wrapped the other towel around my shoulders.
“Let’s get you dressed.”
I followed her out of the bathroom and thanked God above that my dick didn’t get hard with her hands on me. Or at least, I didn’t think it did. When I sat down and undid the towel to put my pants on, I heard Clare gasp. One look and I had a full hard-on.
“Guess he liked you helping me dry off.”
When I glanced back up at her, she was biting down on her lower lip. If I hadn’t been so goddamn weak, flu be damned…I would have pulled her to me and sucked that lip out from her teeth.
Clare’s eyes slowly moved from my dick to my face. “Very impressive, Mr. Ward.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Come on, let’s get you dressed.”
Clare was going to make a wonderful mother. She had me dressed, fuzzy socks and all, and back on the sofa after I insisted I didn’t want to be in bed. For the next forty-eight hours, Clare stayed and nursed me back to health. She even insisted on curling up in the chair in the living room and sleeping so she could be close by if I needed anything. She left once, to run home and pack an overnight bag with some things. The rest of the time she fed me, took my temperature, gave me medicine, and watched movies with me. And the entire time, even though I was sicker than I’d ever been before, everything felt so fucking perfect. I felt so at ease with her. We could talk about anything and everything. While I slept, she read. While I was awake, complaining about a sore throat or stuffy nose, she was right there to listen. I knew I was being a big pussy, but a part of me really liked having her there.
The sound of someone knocking on my door caused me to open my eyes. It was the first time in days I felt like a human. I wasn’t sweating or shaking. My head wasn’t pounding, and my throat wasn’t sore. My body still ached, but not nearly as bad.
“How is he?” my mother asked in a hushed tone.
“His fever finally broke earlier this morning. I was honestly getting worried. He’s been eating really good though.”
“Feed a fever they say!” Mom said as I heard her put something on the counter. “Rory told me you’ve been here for the last two days, Clare. That is so sweet of you.”
“Well, that’s what friends are for.”
“That’s all you are? Just friends?”
Clare paused for the longest moment, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was trying to decide what to say.
“Just friends.”
“Oh, well, I’m glad Wes has friends like you who care about him.”
I closed my eyes and internally groaned. I could hear the disappointment in my mother’s voice. She’d be back to setting me up the moment I was up and walking around.
“Has he been sleeping for long?” Mom asked.
“Um, maybe about an hour or so.”
I could hear walking. “I shouldn’t wake him up, but I want to see how he is feeling.”
“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you woke him,” Clare stated. “If you would like for me to leave while you visit. I mean, now that his fever is broken, I should be heading home. He’s probably sick of me babysitting him.”
Mom laughed. “Oh please. Wes was always the worst when it came to being sick. The way that boy would complain and whine and say things like, ‘Mom, I need soup’, Mom, I need back rubs.’”
Clare giggled.
